There has been an overwhelming request for details of our adventure home from Montreal, QB. 100% of our followers requested an account of the unfortunate demise of our beloved 1998 Beige Toyota Carolla and the imprisonment of our heros in the desolate village of Frickville. So here it goes:
Nate and I had brilliantly decided to combine our 2 year anniversary with an academic conference and poster presentation. Though friends and parents had warned us that mixing work and romance never worked we set off in our 1998 Carolla ( with 156,000 miles on it) for Montreal. No one was as smart, capable or as in love as us and therefore we would triumph! We also had the car checked out the week of the trip, had booked an awesome hotel for $50 on priceline to split up the drive to Canada, and made sure we were staying at one of the most romantic ( and reasonable) b&b in all of Montreal.
The day before the trip came, along with a massive winter weather advisory right up route 87 , with the eye falling right over Saratoga Springs, where we booked our nonrefundable deal only two days before. After frantic calls to parents, we set off to Canada Thursday afternoon, with our sights set on Syracuse and 81 north. We avoided the storm, but not a late night panic trying to find a reasonable hotel room at 9pm while driving up 81 ( Emily was panicing, Nate was driving) the extra bill of a last minute night at a Holiday Inn Express. The next morning we woke up proud of our excellent communication and compromise on the hotel room.
Canada's border crossing was much more thorough then we expected. Our car was searched and we were given a stern lecture by a border crossing guard in charge of our background check on the important of answering questions in relation to past involvement with the police accurately. It would have been funny if a guy hadn't just been taken away in handcuffs, and another man thoroughly dressed down for not admitting a "drunken in public" arrest from his college days.
We finally reached beautiful Montreal, just as it started spitting freezing rain. After signing in at the conference and awkwardly running into an old co-worker, from a job I daily hope to forget I experienced, we headed back to the beautiful b&b to restart the day. We had a great night with a friend from school full of wine, beer and delicious crepes. We were finally in Montreal and loving it :0) . The next morning we woke up, excited about the day of academia and romance that awaited us. We headed to the dining table to be greated by the smell of fresh brewed coffee, warm chocolate crossants, and three university professors from a nearby university one of whom was a collaborator with my research advisor. It turned out they were staying in the rooms next to us....for the next two days. So we feasted on our homemade omlettes while politely discussing final four basketball and children with parents in prison. Not quite how we had pictured spending our mornings in Montreal.
I presented my poster, had a grand total of 4 people talk to me in 1.5 horus, and then went a random selection of talks while Nate walked around Montreal searching for free internet and a quiet cafe. We met up afterwards, exaughsted and rather defeated. Though we had researched jazz clubs, we realized we just needed to eat, sleep and get the heck back home. Luckily there was an adorable french restaurant, with reasonable prices, across the street from our bed and breakfast. The meal was delicious, the conversation rejuvenating, and Nate and I once again were enjoying the advenure of Montreal . Its good we didn't know that night the adventure that awaited us only twenty four hours after that romantic and peaceful dinner ....
To Be Continued
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